This is the redo of Chapter 2!
I don't own anything. Except a soul.
The Case of the Missing Mini-Mycroft
CHAPTER THE SECOND
I awoke with a rather dreadful feeling in the pit of my stomach. I ignored it and tried to sit up, only to fall back onto my bed because of my dog, Reginald.
"Reginald! Oi! Stop licking!" I half laughed, half shouted at him. He refused to do so, and continued to give me licks to my face. Eventually, I got fed up with receiving so much love, and pushed him off. This is no small task, considering he is a Great Dane.
Yes, a Great Dane. I have a spectacularly fond memory of him scaring Mycroft into dropping a sandwich. And then there was that time he swallowed Sherlock's phone.
"Miss Enola!" Mrs. Lane, the housekeeper, shouted up the stairs. "Breakfast is ready!"
I sighed and move rather slowly out of my room, down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Again?" I asked her wearily. "Sherlock never eats."
Mrs. Lane gave me a stern glare, "And look where that got him." She pointed out. "Besides, dearie, he's so…" Her eyes stared off into the distance. "Cold."
"I bet he could have probably found mum by now." I sat down at the table and Mrs. Lane set my plate of food down before me.
"Be yourself. You'll do very well on your own, Enola." My housekeeper looked down at me fondly and smiled. Patting my cheek she finished, "Be Enola."
With those confusing words she swept away from the kitchen. I sat there in confusion for a bit before realizing that my food was getting cold. Sherlock says that eating is a distraction, and I try to copy what he does, but the hunger usually does the opposite, and distracts me, so I have to break for food.
After putting my dishes in the sink I wandered off to the basement. "Mr. Lane?" I called out down to the man painting in the basement. Mr. Lane is supposedly our butler, but he's more of a teacher really. He taught me how to paint.
"Yes Miss Lola?" He's never really called me my by given name, Enola, instead choosing to call me variations of it.
I smile briefly, before my face turns grim. "I'm going out. I'm heading to the police station. To tell them about Mum." I explained. He looked up at me and swiped the sweat from his brow.
"Going out dressed like that?"
I looked down at myself, and felt very foolish. I was still wearing my pajamas. My cheeks turn pink, and I tried to huff. Crossing my arms, I answered, "Perhaps."
Mr. Lane just laughed and went back to painting. "How will you get there?" he called out to me as I turned to leave. I paused, and sighed, I'd have to take the old electric scooter that mother had gotten as a gift. I continued on my way.
"Be careful! Roads are still slick!"
I paid no attention to his warning. Instead, I was picturing how I would end up dead, on the side of the road, with a tattered, old, electric scooter beside my corpse.
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I opened the garage door, dressed properly this time. I wore long sleeved black turtleneck and jeans. My jeans were tucked into some old boots I had stuffed in my closet.
With a sigh, I kick started the old dark blue electric scooter, and drove down the rocky driveway to the gates. Mr. and Mrs. Lane's son Richard flashed me a smile and a wave as he worked on the garden.
"Kineford City get ready or not… Here I come." I muttered with sarcasm, I sped off down the road and into the city.
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"And you're sure that you haven't seen her?" I asked the officer at the desk. I started to tap my foot impatiently, getting annoyed.
The old man at the desk stammered. "No, Miss um, Lola was it?" He looked nervous and I sighed. For some reason everyone in the town is either nervous when I'm around, or gossiping behind my back.
"Enola. Miss Enola Holmes." I corrected tartly. "Let me try this again, then. My mother, Mrs. Eudoria Vernet Holmes is missing. She went missing while on an outing, assumingly going out to paint in field of flowers, the upper east side of them. She's been missing around48 hours. She is 5'7, graying brunette hair, wearing a straw hat with a purple iris on it." I placed my hand down on the counter that stood between us. "Listen carefully, because I know that what I'm saying might as well be Latin because of how little you understand the English language." I lean in close, my face growing cold. "Send out as many men as you can to find my mother." I paused, and then added. "Please."
"Uh, uh," he stuttered and I sighed. I turned on my heel and walked out, shaking my head as I went.
"Those bloody fools, it's a wonder how they even manage to stop speeding cars." I muttered to myself, crossing my arms, and focusing on the sidewalk in front of me. I walked down towards the bike rack, where my scooter was, looking like a sore thumb.
"Now, now Enola, must you belittle the police so?" A polished and calm voice wavered out to me.
I jumped and turned around to face a familiar, and rather stout, face. "Mycroft?"
"Yes, excellent observation skills." Another voice told me.
"Sherlock?" I asked rather stupidly, for there stood my two older brothers, Sherlock and Mycroft Holmes on the sidewalk in a small town, looking around disdainfully. "Wh-what are you doing here? I wasn't really expecting you until tomorrow."
"You said come urgently." Sherlock said dryly.
"I suppose I did." I said softly. I fidgeted, uncomfortable with the situation. My brother Mycroft was dressed impeccably in a suit, he was leaning against an umbrella. While Sherlock wasn't wearing a suit, the dark purple button-up and his big wool black coat with the scarf looked quite well on him.
"Don't mutter Enola." Mycroft reprimanded me.
"It's unfitting." Sherlock added, sounding bored. His eyes were searching frantically along the people who were beginning to stop, staring at us. I felt the blood rise up to my cheeks, and fought the urge to run.
"As much as I love being stared at and gossiped about, might we take this conversation elsewhere?" I suggested, my eyes flickering to the pedestrians. "Are we heading back to the house then?"
"Yes, lead the way."
A pox on my brothers.
~The End~
All Done! As you can see, I've erased the motorcycle. Hopefully I will get all six chapters done.
-GP2 OUT!